Fest 9​-​Holiday Inn

by Jason Kutchma

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I don't dream anymore or maybe just forget Or do I turn off that music when angel's dance that duet? Can I remember the tune? It was so long ago I turned on the radio but it's lies in disguise Spies incognito on a transistor radio I can't connect, it's all static I live just to give but they take and they break me Heart full of sorrow, I beg and I borrow Till my yesterdays become todays And todays are tomorrows There's such pain in dreaming, in the failure of attempt But the sting of disappointment is less than the pain of regret I won't regret one thing anymore Turn the Radio On Goodbye radio So long radio I'll take back the radio It's mine, all mine Smash the radio and its charlatan hymns Defining the difference of what is and could've been We're so alone, such hungry ghosts Saying sayonara, goodbye, adios I'm so sick of the cool so sick of the cost Tired of my heroes always being lost They can't remember the tune but I do Turn the Radio On Scream and shout, let it all out We can't go back, can't turn back now All of you cynics, your closing doors I believed you once but not anymore To my losers, my dreamers, my in-betweens Tonight we are legends, we kings and queens
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Last year my name struck fear, I was hungry, starving and I ruined careers They’d say my name and I made them millions Turf or dirt, the high stakes purse, I was king of the cards filling sports writer’s verse I was a conqueror! Glory, it’s freedom or so they taught me but at Honeydew Downs I saw a hundred doves set free and I thought maybe only the opposite was true Now the gun will crack and with the snap of a stick We’ll run and they’ll judge us in quarter mile clips They’ll say my name, and they’ll say it’s over I’m at the starting gate while they smoke cigars and sip champagne I got to play their game from the Derby to the Preakness to the Belmont Stakes, Bye-bye Busted and broken with saddles on back They caress our manes and etch our names in plaques It’s why you’re bred kid but not why you’re born And losers will be penned and caged, humiliated, then the bolt gun face It’s a horror, their love for you Remember the dust we’d kick up in the Western Plains? We’d run just to run not for some gamblers gain but you got blinders You’re a slot machine! You see the low white fence where the hangdogs debrief? Past the evergreens, it’s where we should be Oh I can see it and I call it destiny! I’m at the starting gate while they smoke cigars and sip champagne I got to play their game from the Derby to the Preakness to the Belmont Stakes Bye-bye and the bravos will fade, they’ll take off the cloth and drop the charade They won’t cry and they’ll justify saying “All bright lights, fade and flicker and die
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I guess this means we’re not on our way. But the wants that I wanted are the wants that I had yesterday And there’s a boy looking for a great buy Just another boy with a dream, he'll be quick to realize: That we were made, to fail every day Maybe what we want is just too much to ask I once reached for stars but now I sell these used guitars And I wish you all the luck, that I never had This one's for the songwriter, she left on some business matter This one’s from a family man who went on to start another This one’s from a guy who grew up or gave up They always said what he had to say was silly anyways, he said: We were made, to fail every day Maybe what we want is just too much to ask I once reached for stars but now I sell these used guitars And I wish you all the luck, that I never had It was all just a past time anyway, wanting to make you dance Or was there a fear in what I had to say? Or maybe just circumstance? Here comes that boy with his great buy One more boy, one more dream You're gonna fail every single day But all the things you need can't be bought here anyway Reach past my stars and smash all these used guitars Cause all the luck that you ever had died when you were born We can’t be everything we wanted to be

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Every art and every inquiry, and similarly every action and choice, is thought to aim at some good; and for this reason the good has rightly been declared to be that at which all things aim.

- Aristotle
(Nicomachean Ethics, 350 BC)

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Solo Acoustic set at Fest 9 in Gainesville. FL. The set, arranged by punknews.org and Loose Charms Records, was recorded in Room 205 at the Holiday Inn.

PJ Bond, Garrett and Paul of Red City Radio and Aaron Scott of Attica! Attica! also played.

When the set started, there were 8 people in the room. By the time the set was finished, there were 78.

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'Radio On', 'Pilgrim' and 'Used Guitars' by Red Collar, lyrics by Jason Kutchma except 'Used Guitars' lyrics by Jason Kutchma and Mike Jackson

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Beautiful people don’t just happen.

- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
(Death: The Final Stage of Growth, 1975)

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released October 31, 2010

Jason Kutchma: vocals, guitar, vaccordion

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